Join Arabella's Fan Club! Born at 27 weeks on 9/21/21 weighing 2.5# This Little One is a Fighter!


My name is Arabella and I wanted to share my journey and birth story with you. It started before I was conceived in April when my parents were determined to start a family and went through several of processes spiritually, physically, and mentally to prepare for pregnancy.


On April 12th, my parents found out I was in the womb and ready for this 40-week journey. My mom was excited, scared, shocked, in disbelief but overall overjoyed with happiness. At the first doctor appointment my mom was told she was high-risk and was on edge and overwhelmed. She was being watched closely from several of doctors and early on had to switch offices and care teams and realized she needed to create her own advocacy team to keep her stress down and have some consistency. It was all scary and stressful because this was her first pregnancy that made it past 1st trimester.

In her 1st trimester I knew my mom needed some comfort, so I supported all her cravings of pizza, chicken nuggets, diet root beer and flaming hot Cheetos (OH MY). Everything was going well at each appointment my parents were so excited to see me grow and develop and I would make sure I waved at them constantly having my hands by my face and striking a pose.

Going into the 2nd trimester everything was going smooth and mom finally felt comfortable until she was admitted to the hospital when I was 23 weeks to find out her cervix was shortening. It was such shock and scare for both parents and they went through all the emotions but stayed positive and optimistic. After four days everything was good and stable.


I wanted to show my mom we both were strong so she did her part being on bedrest and following all the Dr. orders and my

dad did everything he could to support her, even buying a rollaway bed for the downstairs. Two weeks later at a follow-up appointment my mom didn’t know that the Dr. she would see that day would be the one that changed her life forever.

At that appointment, the Dr. was concerned about fluid and immediately admitted my mom back in the hospital at 26 weeks. After testing everything came back fine and the hospital said they would keep us closely monitored until 28 weeks. We made the best of it even though scared and unsure of how the pregnancy would unfold my parents stayed positive.


In the hospital I started a fan club and used my personality to make my parents be at ease. I played hide and seek with the nurses when they tried to monitor me. I also would stay in my cozy spot and that allowed my mom to sleep comfortably. We had fun as more nurses got to know my family they would hang out in our room and constantly check on us. My parents even did their last birthing class from their room and my mom’s blood pressure was a little elevated afterwards because she watched this video of a

water birth and she was in shock of that size head and body during a vaginal birth, but she was ok.

Two days later 9-21-21 when my mom woke up things were different for her, she started bleeding and knew

that something was not right. As soon as the Dr. came, the same Dr. that admitted her started running test and as things were being eliminated, she finally said the four words that shook my mom to her core…” We need to deliver” My parents immediately talked privately and called their doula to discuss options.